/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

A read through up to previous thread: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-0bDZwJp1ln70bnmkPrQAaJQAeA4cc4CV2z70aQWDB8/edit?usp=docslist_api

The archives of alternative loss endings:

Blowma:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lgPrxRwyyOu430UdU7OfEZDPbkN9UaS92oKnRIBYwLM/edit?usp=docslist_api

Panther: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-JRk9sks2vT24vQ2IReDcBjUgN4jA1Azo6_Sx_hz-ck/edit?usp=docslist_api

Moblins: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-JRk9sks2vT24vQ2IReDcBjUgN4jA1Azo6_Sx_hz-ck/edit?usp=docslist_api

Forest hole: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OFV8VlsrE-vloaOVPX-xviK8BeTvjDH5dlGFsPgFPF8/edit?usp=docslist_api

Forest hole again: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-zygSHBZxwiqeks7mPpvsIPPlgOFu_mfPNStK4RpedI/edit?usp=docslist_api

The princess: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-zygSHBZxwiqeks7mPpvsIPPlgOFu_mfPNStK4RpedI/edit?usp=docslist_api

Lon lon ranch:

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Following on from Part 1:

http://8ch.net/storytiem/res/26883.html

1. - I can only afford to send one of you to college. You know we aren’t a rich family.

2. - The first girl to make it back to Aneheim wins the ‘daddy scholarship’ to whatever university accepts them.

3. - Use whatever means you can: Hitchhike, walk, run. Whatever you can think of, just do it. Colleges love innovative people.

4. - NO SEX! Obviously I can’t watch you 24/7, but if EITHER of you girls come home pregnant you are OUT of the competition.

5. - Remember that your reputation will travel back to colleges. You may not think it, but the last thing Harvard or Princeton will want to do is offer a place in their prestigious institution to a complete bimbo. Undoubtedly the higher your reputation, the better the university you will be able to attend if you win.

Good evening, Fappers!

I've been considering writing something for a while now, but this is the first chance that I've had time. Well, that's not entirely true, but I didn't have a spur of motivation until now. But here I am now, and I'm happy to bring you Spring Break!

"Jessica. Jessica, wake up. We're here!"

You crack your eyes open, squinting in the bright sunlight. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up, and look around. Your friend Amanda is standing outside the door of the cab, holding your shoulders. She must have shaken you awake.

"Come on, get out of the car!" She exclaims. "You can't expect Caroline to carry your bags the whole time, can you?"

Sliding out of the taxi, you absorb the area. You've finally reached your destination, the Viva Alegre Resort, in Cabo San Lucas.The building before you is huge, and beautiful. You're near the beach, and it's hot. You're glad that you won't be spending time here in heavy clothing, you wouldn't be able to handle it. You look past Amanda, to where Caroline is standing next to your bags, waiting with a smile.

"Come on! Let's go check in!" she exclaims. "I want to start having fun, we've been traveling long enough!"

Still a little asleep, you pay the taxi driver, and take your bags. "You girls ready for our first ever spring break?!" You exclaim with excitement, and both your friends squeal as the three of you move towards the resort entrance.

(Okay, so I'm a bit new at this, but I really wanted to get away from the drama in the ERP scene and have been meaning to give this a try for a while. Criticism is wholly welcome, and feel free to ask about any smaller detail. I'm a little insecure about my range of kinks, so I'll try to stay in line with what I've listed below. Also I'm using ¤ as the symbol for a currency called Zeni. For simplicity's sake, it'll be a 1:1 ratio with US$ and will be paper currency. Finally, I'm not sure if there will necessarily be 'sexual battles,' the but the rolling system will be used. The listed stats below will simply modify the check value. ±10 from the check value will be narrow failure/success, normal if any better or worse. After that, the 86-98 and 99-100 for epic/phenomenal success and 3-15 and 1-2 for vice-versa.)

Probable Sexual Foci : Femboy MC, Dickgirls, Scent/Sweat/Musk, Plant/Tentacles, Chemical Injections, TF/Feminization

You are Alexander Howis (or Alex), the second child (first son) of one of the richest men in the Galaxy: Arcturus Howis, the CEO of Howis Interglobal and majority stockholder in Howis Pharmaceuticals. You're not familiar with the ins and outs of your family business, but it all started with H-Pharma with its incredible success. From there, it branched out into H-Inter to become the second largest conglomerate in the Orion quadrant, owning companies that branch out into dozens of consumer and industrial product markets. But that's all you really understand about it, all that's common knowledge. Your father hardly discusses details with you.

You, on the other hand, are a budding sixteen years old and look nothing like it. One could mistake you for an early highschooler who's just hitting puberty. You're able to stand at attention at just under 5'4” (~1.6m). You've inherited your mother's golden locks, which you keep to a tidy, boyish trim. Meanwhile, your eyes share Arcturus' dark green hue, but many have told you that they're not nearly as powerful looking. You follow a strict regimen of cardio exercise three times a week in accordance to your parents and care takers wishes, leaving your fair and smooth skin taut with lithe tone.

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Welcome to the fifth part of The Ravaging of Osla!

You are a budding adventurer named Sophia, going on an adventure to gain fame and respect through the land of Osla. Thus far, you have defeated several impressive foes, and are beginning to become somewhat known by the public. You still have a ways to go in your quest, though. You are joined by your companions, Elise, an alchemist with unrivalled breasts, and Percival, a young wizard who may have more power than any of you know. Currently, you are raiding a den of drug addicts to retrieve stolen product.

Enjoy, and feel free to leave requests or advice.

Okay, so from what I'm seeing in the last thread about the purchase, we keep B, and refund C. If that's correct let me know and I will switch it around.

We also got a last minute flood of votes for the primetime match, so we’ll do it first.

You look at the listed jobs at a nearby bounty board, sifting through dozens of requests for kittens stuck in trees and hot singles in the area to find a pair of jobs that catch your eye.

The first, “Primetime Domination sign ups today, looking for skilled and attractive fighters for reality television event. Winner gets 300 credits and grand prize from sponsor.”

You feel as though it should be an easy payday, seeing as most will be be slow meat heads or bimbo brunettes. You tab the listing and send it back to the ship with a mesage for Erica and Gallywix to show up and cheer you on.

The second

“Help wanted, A family heirloom has been lost in the city's sewers, 250 credit reward” it seems simple, pry up a manhole cover and look for the loot. You decide to head towards the arena for signups before jumping in the sewers.

I like this community, so I thought I'd give you guys a heads up.

Nothing you post after this post will be kept when they put in Infinity Next for real. Including this post itself.

Everything from before Dec 18th is safe, but all future posts will not be carried over.

You might want to wait until the beta site is up, or until the main site switches over, to start your threads up again.

Have a wonderful Christmas /storytiem/.

Introduction

Monsters vs Girls is a game were players control two monsters on a mission to make all the girls in the level climax without letting them escape.

The game can be played stealthfully, with your monsters sneaking down corridors and picking off girls one at a time.

You can go in hard and fast with Orcs, barging down doors and using brute strength.

Or, you can adopt sneakier tactics: seducing, hypnotizing and corrupting the girls as you go.

The Rules

1. If you make all the girls climax you win. Whenever a girl climaxes she will pass out from the intense pleasure and remain there for the rest of the game.

2. Everyone on the forum gets one vote for each monster per round.

3. Not every action is guaranteed to succeed. I will be rolling dice behind the scenes and sometimes your attempts to grab a girl may fail.

4. You have a chance to design your own monsters from the list here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/16bH … aj35hP-ms/

5. There is a maximum of two monsters at any one time; you can sacrifice a monster though to gain back half of its value and free up a slot for a new monster. Alternatively, if a monster dies a space is automatically opened up for a new monster of your choosing to spawn.

6. You will gain more money for doing pretty much anything to either disrupt, pleasure, or damage the girls clothing. Sabotaging their escape routes and setting up traps will also earn you bonus money to spend on better monsters.

7. If you impregnate a girl you get to a 50% discount on your next monster's body (but NOT the mutations.) Your new monster can also spawn by the impregnated girl.

8. Speed determines which order characters act in. The average speed of a girl is 2, some may have higher speed if they are particularly fit.

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Note : English are not my mother tongue, but Onixdime and Solstice help me to correct my text. so the release may be irregular, sorry in advance.

In the land of Etrangie, it was a tradition for every girl who entered adulthood to travel across

the country from the temple of the ‘Mother House’, to the temple of the ‘Grandmother House.’ Along the way they had to carry a ceremonial apple pie, marmalade and a bottle of wine. The young lady must resist to the temptation during their journey or she risks becoming ‘lost on the road.’ If she reaches the ‘Grandmother House’ though she will be proven as one of a strong spirit; one who can lead the men of the Nation. She will be viewed as a matriarch in her society - a figure of authority. However, should she succumb to the lusts of the journey and becomes ‘lost on the road’ she will be deemed unworthy and all men will abuse her.

You need to travel 1000 km in less than two weeks by your own way. Your journey will take you through lands of all degrees of technology - wars, global warming, economic crises and alien invasions over the past millennium left the world nearly unrecognisable. Indeed, one could walk through a desert and stumble upon a high-tech city gathering food with horse-towed plows. In this world men are the workforce; women assume the responsibilities of the ruling class, while girls who become ‘lost on the road’ become public entertainment for the men after a hard day’s work.

Rules :

­travel 1000 km in less than two week by hitchhiking

­don't lose the pie, the marmalade and the bottle of wine

­don't get ‘lost on the road’

You have 3 stats :

­Physical state (strength, agility, ect)

­Mental (intelligence, wisdom, ect)

­Social(charisma, pushing, ect)

You begin with each at 5/10. every point over 5 give +5 to the roll and vice versa

ex : 3/10 = ­-10, 9/10 = +20

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Welcome to Laboratory Escapades!

Rules (Subject to change): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hUtznfhw2ES6ScCePHqfuK7wDVYps5JKqMt8WbBoMwk/edit?usp=sharing

Inventory, stats, and notes: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lf0p5i3BjcPfd4iDcu6_sNGuYX3uQeQujwcVSI3s7Ls/edit?usp=sharing

Story so far, and links to gallery: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1M7ik_YGnxj8FSv2qyluZaiMjo3HKkKcXo7mfsCK4bVQ/edit?usp=sharing

Since the last thread is nearing its end anyways, I decided to start up a new one for the very special edition of our gallery tonight. Converted into the tighter and easier to read spacing I use, it's a total of 10 pages of backstory and funtimes. This is my first time doing something a little longer all in one piece. I would very much like every bit of criticism or praise you guys have, to know what works and what does not. Next gallery story once it's done will be Megan and the Clearwater Salamander(s). Please be reminded that this particular gallery story about Samantha is 100% canon, so this is happening while Megan is off doing her things.

Without further ado,

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13Y0yZ0nJR0hipiE9mdkMluMOHAlDCUptM993_DcY2n4/edit?usp=sharing

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13Y0yZ0nJR0hipiE9mdkMluMOHAlDCUptM993_DcY2n4/edit?usp=sharing

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The ashen wastes of the Nevada Desert reach out three miles in every direction to the horizon distant horizon. It was scarcely before ten in the morning when you clambered out of your Dad’s black Beamer, eyes shirking in the bright hubris of the big blonde bastard high in the sky.

“Interstate 40, ‘bout 400 miles from Anaheim,” your father muttered, spitting his chewing tobacco at the desert ground.

The saliva was quickly sucked up by the intense sun’s rays. Your father glanced to his left, then to his right before stomping around to the back of his sleek automobile and withdrew his wallet. Your sister, Tammy’s, long blonde hair danced in the light breeze that kicked up small clouds of dust around your ankles. Her bright blue eyes gazed up at you in a confident smile; she was definitely the more extroverted of the two of you, dressed in her little cotton Lollister shorts and tight belly top that clung around her breasts, accentuating their natural curves.

You glanced down at your own reflection in the shiny surface of the BMW. Your were wearing a loose orange top of your own with the occasional frill and tassel adorning it. On your hips you wore a pair of denim jeans that covered about a quarter of your thighs. Beneath these and out of sight, you wore a matching pink pair of underwear.

“It is a shame,” you sister would always say, “You’ve got bigger tits than I do, but you never show ‘em off!”

You chuckle at her words quietly to yourself as you dad begins flinging dollar bills on the trunk.

“Sixty… five… seventy… five…,” he slowly counts, “Right, let’s go over the rules one more time:

1. - I can only afford to send one of you to college. You know we aren’t a rich family.

2. - The first girl to make it back to Aneheim wins the ‘daddy scholarship’ to whatever university accepts them.

3. - Use whatever means you can: Hitchhike, walk, run. Whatever you can think of, just do it. Colleges love innovative people.

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The story so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jDAw5wU0k_MAvpDjZejiBTYrK3s6gqVq4Tv7foCXiko/pub

Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yr4Nzf_gPQ_jwxVuVxrWtw9qcU6NytzLJIN6MBN-0Mw/pub

Combat Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UIUPkQ5PmueOXMPnSOMmSo6mLatCsQXmwP2rlCjiVRg/pub

Inventory: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dcGR96y3n_2vQcgsCXGQKLNtd2KKmbEUfHYLXV3Y8S8/pub

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With the crazed alchemist right on your heels, the choice seems obvious – you rush forward and drop into the chute feet first. Just as your head disappears from view, you glance back to see your pursuer bursting into the room.

The chute is slippery – both with constant use that polished its walls smooth and with some wet, greasy substance, which means that you immediately start picking up speed. Too much speed, you realize, as the passage dips down and the air rushing past begins roaring in your ears. You try to slow down by splaying out your limbs against the chute's walls, but there's no purchase or friction to be found.

To make matters worse, while there are a few turns on your way down, they're nowhere near sharp enough to disperse your momentum – so when you see light somewhere ahead of you, the passage's walls are passing you by in a blur.

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Hello deviants! It's time for a new thread since the last one hit the bump-limit. Before we dive into the story again, here's a quick recap of what we started last time:

- You steered the Z681 towards the planet Ceres Alpha.

- On approach you discovered that the planet's goblins had revolted.

- Landing near an old barn you were ambushed by a horde of goblins, and Erica and Gallywix was pumped full of aphrodisiacs.

- Among the disintegrated goblins possessions you've found a small box with three potions of different colors. One is stamped with what looks like a cock, the other with the female gender sign and the third with a big question mark.

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You hold up your sticky hand in front of your face and grimace at it. The symbiote graciously drew back from your hand just as you had the questionable pleasure of wanking off a goblin’s penis. In the back of your head there’s a strange feeling, almost like a form of dullness. Your lips part with a tremble as you slowly bring one of your fingers forward. “I wonder how goblin spunk tastes like, it must be yummy!”, “Wait a moment. Why would I want to know that?” Your second thought slightly overlaps the first one, and you flinch and lower your hand when you realize that it was the symbiote playing tricks on you. Sighing you wipe your dirty hand off against your bounty hunter suit, the semen sinking into the symbiote and disappearing. At the same time the patch part covering your hand comes back. Apparently the symbiote is pleased for now.

Erica has been helping Gallywix sit down, but she peeks up at you not sure if she should comment on what she just saw you do. Leaning against a stack of hay, Gallywix’s snores soon fills the barn. Erica stands up and turns to you. “Look Hera. I got a bad feeling about this place. We should find a way to restock and get the hell out of here. You nod in agreement, reloading your psych blaster as she speaks. “These goblins probably didn’t walk here Erica. Go around back to see if they left something useful for getting around.” Said and done Erica leaves you, and you take a look around the room yoursePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Sorry for the huge wait, my computer died and I didn't have much in the way of continuing the story. But I have returned if anyone is still interested, and if anyone new hasn't read the first 3 threads they're still up.

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You lead Thomas to the pond where the slime was,

"So what kind of shells are those?" You ask curiously,

"Just buckshot, you don't think I custom made shells that fast did you?" Thomas responds curtly,

"Oh, right. No. Sorry." You say, embarrased but not sure why.

Soon enough, you arrive at the small pond,

"Did the slime touch you?" Thomas asks suddenly and you only nod in response, wondering how he guessed as the slime pulls itself from the pond, seemingly aware of the two of you somehow, though you aren't sure how it percieves the world around it.

Equipment

Street Clothes

Leather Choker - (E) Neg modifier to dominating

Strange Ring - (E) Summons tentacles that you seem to have some control over

Packet of cigarettes, 20 left

Lighter

Key ring (house key)

Salt

Taser

Taser Gun

Stats

HP: 10/10

Sanity: 60%

Horniness: 60%

Sluttiness: 87%

Alertness: 57%

Nicotine: 33%

Caffeine: 38%

Transformations

Tattoo tramp stamp "Bitch for dog-cock!"

Addicted to tentacles (more likely to submit to any horrors with tentacles)

Femme Body (Strength rolls are even more difficult, flexibility and seduction is much easier)

Nails - The nails on your right hand are long, tapered, and appear to be painted black

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